Cold snow had fallen
She was trapped within the crisp morning's air
Filtering through a purple haze.
It was quiet, they were silent, but she couldn't quiet the judgement that screamed of atrocities in her head.
Chasing in hunger for the rich that their lips spoke of in vain; she was halted.
In the sadness she was lost deeper.
The solace she breathed in that was threaded in the madness; deemed mistaken by the eyes peering into her soul.
She was vacant.
There was no color to her skin.
Merely a shadow beneath the blessed's sunlight .
Having become a pawn to the darkness she saw no wrong in biting through.
Her teeth pierced through the bag as white poison that mirrored flour fell aimlessly.
Submissive she lay fallen as the prey to those who sought blood.
Another carcass to the land to become a fossil over time.
She was nothing; her arms fell without restraint.
Legs parted like the Red Sea.
Her eyes twitched as she became anxious.
They were calling for her.
She was illicit and damned, but by no surprise she was free.
Rubber against her veins she released her clench though she wanted them to fumble across her scent.
Atrocity flowed as she felt the prance against her skin.
Bothered, but she felt no fear.
The tears escaped as her lips parted ways to scream.
I'm free!
... and all of the wolves were red.
